Andi X Sarah's

46. Crying (SEASON 2)

Blubbering

Towards the last days of school, Andi paled more alone. Somehow he behaved like this, as a person who had become someone's lover, he should not have traveled with other women. Hard-heartedly asserted that it was just an ordinary walk, but still could not. There is a wall that stands in the way of a faithful promise.

Sarah hasn't spoken to him in three days. All the messages he had sent were not read. Every time she tried to speak, Sarah always dodged and threw away her face. It can't keep going like this. Sarah is the one she loves. Strangely enough, there has been no word breaking since that day. Only that little thing could make Andi relieved.

His heart was silent, nothing filled his precious days. The heartbreak he was suffering from seemed to make his heart filled with regret. He did not want this heart to be empty, hoping to be fed by the curbed longing. But whatever the power, all effort has been in vain.

Not only Amak Children are confused when Andi more withdraw. It was sad to see his brother restraining himself in the room while locking the door. Sometimes he went in to deliver food because he realized that the kitchen did not visit Andi touch. Aisyah had to deliver a plate of food.

"Uda, open ... This is Aisyah," said Aisyah with a thick Minang accent.

Many times he knocked on the door until finally Andi opened his heart to pull the doorknob.

"She, eat ...." Aisyah went into the room to put the food on the study table.

He looked at his room as dark and messy. The window curtain was not opened, neither were the windows. Feels stuffy and hot. Aisyah realized that there was one problem that her brother was facing.

"Why is? any problems?" ask Aisyah.

Andi's face is already rich in unemployment which is again sakaw sabu. Ga geeky and stinky rich wibu who marathons anime all night. The mattress is aja kusut rich abis dijain place eue. Fizzy drinks and junk snacks littered around it.

"Ga there is. Uda is just a mager. Tired of waiting until the raport."

"If there's a problem, tell Ais."

"Yes, Ice ... You're fine there's no problem." Andi stroked his sister's hair.

"How's Union Sarah doing?" ask Ais.

"It's all right."

"Oh yes ..." Aisyah nodded. "Uda, Mama told Uda to make a village balek. Uda has long been balek, trus grandma has often been sickly. Mama was just a week ago back, so mumpung Uda want a holiday, told to go there with Mama."

"Yes, huh? Time?"

"Yes, yesterday Mama told Ayesha. He said tickets were bought, bus tickets. Let Mama take the report. Uda want to go back?" ask Aisyah.

Andi's forehead frowned. He could not imagine two days and two nights on the bus. Plus if the trip is often nauseous.

"Ah, indak. Panek naiak bus tu, Lamo bana," replied Andi with Minang Language.

Ah no, tired of getting on that bus. Long time.

"The ticket was bought." Aisyah's voice was clear.

"That's it, Mama's often made the decision not to be negotiated first."

"Yes, look at me again, Uda. The power has to go back. Did you go to Bukit Tinggi for a long time?"

"Yes ..."

Bukit Tinggi is one of the cities in West Sumatra Province which is famous for the Jam Gadang tourist attraction, a relic of the colonial period that still stands strong until now. It was Andi's hometown and it was there that she began her ballroom life, before moving to Padang for a few years. When he went to SD, Andi papa at PHK and was lucky to be accepted to work by one of the companies in Jakarta. Forced Andi and Aisyah to be brought there by their parents. A few years later, his papa was mutated to Padang and only once a month visited Andi to Jakarta.

The bell rang, Aisyah went down to look at the person who had pushed the bell. Not long after, Aisyah returned to Andi's room while mentioning a name, Naila.

Andi quickly headed downstairs to see if Naila was really visiting. Not yet had Andi left the house, it turns out that the woman had been sitting in the living room.

"Well what are you doing here? I told you, we shouldn't have met. Understand the situation, Nai."

"Lo ain't seen these two days. To school just to pull it off. All three friends******lo worry, so I'm here. Turns out right, you're a mess." Naila's eyes highlighted Andi's messy appearance. Her hair is so messy.

"Oh so, besides, I'm worried about you. I'm afraid you hate me" Naila said.

Naila has been so worried since that incident. Indeed, all this was because of her. This would not have happened if he had not taken her away. No less important is if all this time he keeps a distance to Andi who already has someone. The words of the woman on the night of the camp were true, the closeness of herself and Andi could make their relationship crack.

"Gue doesn't hate you. I hate myself."

"You'd better talk all this out to Sarah all right."

"Gue hope so too."

"Okay, this is my only goal here. I beg you to pay." Naila went to the door.

The drink had just been placed on the guest table, but Naila was already moving away. Not a single drink was touched.

"Lo come home with what?"

"Ojol cake."

"Here I'm anter."

Naila shakes. He was worried that the same thing would happen.

"No, I went home alone. Anyway, again there is a massive discount," replied Naila.

Langah Andi precedes Naila out. He pulled Naila's hand towards the car and forcefully put it in.

"Gue said I'd go home by myself."

Music was playing in the car. Slowly the car left the house to Naila's residence. Naila's statement did not respond in the slightest, not even looking. There's nothing to discuss. He could not bear to see Naila come to visit just for the short conversation. In fact, the house is quite far from Andi's house and requires a considerable cost if using an online motorcycle taxi.

"Lo likes me?" ask Andi.

Sontak Naila turned her head. His eyes grew a sign of disbelief if Andi dared to say that.

"Gue asked, do you like me?" force Andi.

"No," Naila replied briefly.

"Trus why? Lo comfortable going with me, you want to be close to me, with the rest of my hands gripped."

The car stops right at the gate of Naila's house. Naila was silent for a moment to think about what other sentences he would throw.

"Lo nangis ...." Slowly Naila's index finger swept a line of Andi's tears down.

"Jawab my question, Nai!" snapped Andi.

Naila pulled her hand back. "Gue first time dapet temen guy as good as lo, as honest as lo, and have no other purpose if you want to deket same me."

"Is there any other meaning?" ask Andi again.

"No, I don't have the same taste." Naila looked back at the tense Andi with a line of tears on her cheeks. "Why are you nanyain?"

"Gue's just a prop." The sound of the car keys rang, a sign Andi invited Naila to come down. "Sorry, I snapped you."

"Yes, I'm sorry to make you sad."

Naila came down without looking. That's the only word he said for saying goodbye. The atmosphere in the car was very awkward, he did not have time to think clearly to start the right conversation. Unconsciously, her tears cried as she entered her room. He leaned against the door while smothering his mouth. The crying broke unbearably. Is too loud to say. Naila cried while holding back, all this is her fault.

His feelings make him blind if the man already has.

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